I run my hands through my hair,
My eyes are sore and my head hurts,
But I can't stop, For if i stop, everything stops,
I see miles long code in front of me,
Somewhere, I say, somewhere, there must be error,
A small plus replaced by a minus,
A small thing that has made my job a pain,
A pain that won't go away,
My heads getting hot, Frustrations mounting,
I barely manage to control my impulse,
To stand up and shout
"Where The Hell is that bloody bug"
- Abhijit Deepak Gore
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